Welcome to the Apocalypse

Apocalypse (N.): Late 14c., “revelation, disclosure,” from Church Latin apocalypsis “revelation,” from Greek apokalyptein “uncover, disclose, reveal,” …The Christian end-of-the-world story is part of the revelation in John of Patmos’ book “Apokalypsis” (a title rendered into English as pocalipsis c. 1050, “Apocalypse” c. 1230, and “Revelations” by Wyclif c. 1380).
General sense in Middle English was “insight, vision; hallucination.” The meaning “a cataclysmic event” is modern (not in OED 2nd ed., 1989); apocalypticism “belief in an imminent end of the present world” is from 1858.

As agent nouns, “author or interpreter of the ‘Apocalypse,'” apocalypst(1829), apocalypt (1834), and apocalyptist (1824) have been tried.
-Online Etymology Dictionary,
March 15, 2018

For the ancients, the world was young and full of wonder.

Discovery was bountiful, and the horizon? Unreachable.

Imagination was a faculty, like sight and hearing, necessary to make sense of the maddening, monotonous reality faced each day, the life and death pursuit for survival. Even the concept of originality meant “of or pertaining to the source,” in the sense of a faithfully reproduced imitation of the very first Archetype, the Origin, the Source from which all manifest form did proceed. These early people had no choice but to see beyond the physical. Without embracing the spiritual dimension, their existence would not only have been meaningless, it would have been impossible.

Of course, now we can look back with disdain on their naivete, with our scientific tools, sense of individuality, and clear delineation between history, science, and mythology.

Thing is though, the worlds that they bore witness to still inform our experience and are sublimated even now into our dreams, conscious and unconscious metaphors, fears, desires, art, and entertainment. The price we moderns pay for this progress is a poverty of meaning. Where our ancestors had purpose, immediacy, and connection we have only our daily toils rotating around a shallow surface experience. We lost the sense of connection to tribe and nature and the unity that brought.

Never go to a fortune teller, the wise admonish, as prophecy always strives to fulfill itself, and perception is projection. The well-meaning prophet may very well unconsciously project their neurosis onto the unwitting victim’s destiny. Fair advice, their words are a compass, not a definition of being.

But us? We’re Punks with a capital P.

Give us three chords (or even three frequencies) and a bottle of hot passion and we’ll give you something raw like you’ve never seen before. We receive tradition and tweak it like an alchemist in the nineteen-fifties tweaking up a hot rod. We are the future and the past, amalgamated into a hybrid form, built to adapt to whatever paradigm is necessary to achieve our goals.

We may well be at the end of time as we knew it, but this is our time, and this Apocalypse is our Apocalypse.

And we will make of it what we will.

Welcome to the Eschaton.
Welcome to GroundZeroSum.

-Benjamin Beardsley
March 13, 2018

Benjamin Beardsley is a Tokyo based writer, actor and copy editor, with a deep and abiding interest in all things fringy and weird. In his current paradigm, metaphors are living things and memes are the dominant life form on this planet.

He is very excited to be contributions editor at GroundZeroSum.

You can reach him with your writing proposals here at benjamin@tny.143.godaddywp.com or on Facebook.